Tech savvy = *giggles*

OMGGGG!! (nice intro)

I don't have a lot of time, because I have sick people to take care of!
(No, I don't have a new job. My parents are just dying.... of colds)


But this guy made me laugh a lot today!!:


Seriously.. laughing-my-ass-off.


Fear of the dark.



I walked home at.. what was it?.. 1.30 a.m or something. (an hour ago)
And god damn it, I'm still really afraid of the dark.

I avoid walking in shadows too, for some reason.
I keep thinking: If I walk there, something's gonna happen.

I never know what or why though.

When I was little, and I had to walk home to eat dinner during the winter (=REALLY DARK) I would always pretend that there were hundreds of ghosts in the woods that wanted to kill me, but that they couldn't attack me, cuz they were waiting for one of their ghost friends who had to tie his shoe laces.

Yes, that helped me in the past. But now, my imagination is far inferior to what it once was.

When you grow up surrounded by trees, you're supposed to be used to dark forests.. But I'm not. When I walked home today, I thought I saw someone running towards me from the woods, and it freaked me out.
...Turned out it was just the light from a lamp post though.

I remember having to run around in the woods a lot in gym class,
and especially this one time, at 8 in the morning, when this eery fog filled up the town. I ran around looking for red stamps, but in my head, I was running from a serial killer hidden in the fog

It's a miracle I'm able to sleep without my night light on.


Yes.
Fear.
Seems to be the only thing I feel now a days.


That, and pain.
My ribs really hurt for some unexplained reason.
Are you a doctor?
Am I going to die?
I'd like to know.

Thanks.

Ordered books.

Oh, and one other thing.
I just ordered and pre ordered (in case I had to clarify that) four books for September.

The first one is of course:

 

Couldn't be more excited for this one. I feel like such an idiot for misunderstanding what this prequel series was gonna be about before.

I was like: You ain't getting me to pay money for reading about Valentine when I already know the story!!~

I'm sorry Cassandra. I'm an idiot.

 

 

"When sixteen-year-old Tessa Gray crosses the ocean to find her brother, her destination is England, the time is the reign of Queen Victoria, and something terrifying is waiting for her in London's Downworld, where vampires, warlocks and other supernatural folk stalk the gaslit streets. Only the Shadowhunters, warriors dedicated to ridding the world of demons, keep order amidst the chaos.

Kidnapped by the mysterious Dark Sisters, members of a secret organization called The Pandemonium Club, Tessa soon learns that she herself is a Downworlder with a rare ability: the power to transform, at will, into another person. What's more, the Magister, the shadowy figure who runs the Club, will stop at nothing to claim Tessa's power for his own.

Friendless and hunted, Tessa takes refuge with the Shadowhunters of the London Institute, who swear to find her brother if she will use her power to help them. She soon finds herself fascinated by—and torn between—two best friends: Jem, whose fragile beauty hides a deadly secret, and blue-eyed Will, whose caustic wit and volatile moods keep everyone in his life at arm's length...everyone, that is, but Tessa.
As their search draws them deep into the heart of an arcane plot that threatens to destroy the Shadowhunters, Tessa realizes that she may need to choose between saving her brother and helping her new friends save the world...and that love may be the most dangerous magic of all."


Wow. That's a lot of text.

 

 

 

I have no idea how to pronounce Desrochers, but I'm still psyched about reading this book.

 

 

"Frannie Cavanaugh is a good Catholic girl with a wicked streak. She's spent years keeping everyone at a distance--even her closest friends--and it seems her senior year will be more of the same...until Luc Cain enrolls in her class. No one knows where he came from, but Frannie can't seem to stay away from him. What she doesn't know is that Luc works in Acquisitions--for Hell--and she possesses a unique skill set that has the king of Hell tingling with anticipation. All Luc has to do is get her to sin, and he's as tempting as they come. Frannie doesn't stand a chance.

Unfortunately for Luc, Heaven has other plans, and the angel, Gabe, is going to do whatever it takes to make sure that Luc doesn't get what he came for. And it isn't long before they find themselves fighting for more than just her soul.

But if Luc fails, there will be Hell to pay...for all of them."

 


I'm all for epic fights between Heaven and Hell, let me tell ya.

 

 

 

I wasn't going to get this book this early, but somehow I feel it's my duty as a WRB member. Not that I'm not excited to find out what happens to... whatever the main character's name is.. but I'm pretty sure I won't throw myself over this one when I get it.

Even though I probably should.

We'll see.

 

"Lucinda is sure that she and Daniel are meant to be together forever. Now they are forced apart in a desperate bid to save Luce from the Outcasts–immortals who want her dead. As she discovers more about her past lives, Luce starts to suspect that Daniel is hiding something. What if he has lied to her about their shared past? What if Luce is really meant to be with someone else?"

 

Sounds pretty awesome.

 

THIS one is gonna be awesome. I haven't heard that much about it, but I'm thinking people are missing out on something... At least I hope that's the case.

 

 

"One can time travel. One can raise the dead. One can tell the future. One can possess another human. And they’re causing him all kinds of trouble. All he wants is peace.

Then he meets a girl who quiets the voices, whenever he's near her. Why? Mary Ann is his total opposite. While he attracts the paranormal, she repels it.

Somehow, they share an inexplicable bond of friendship that will soon be tested by a werewolf shape-shifter who wants Mary Ann for his own, and a vampire princess Aden can't resist.

Two romances, both forbidden. Now the four will enter a dark underworld of intrigue and danger—but not everyone will come out alive..."

 

 

............

 

*looks at empty wallet*


*sigh*


Why I sometimes wish I was old.... I guess.

 

 

(We share poses,

but somehow I'm thinking his problems are a bit tougher than mine... maybe)

 

~



So, I'm sitting here again, with a new glass of lemon..ade(?), even though I never finished my last one.

I'm still at 1/4 a page,
mainly because I'm the kind of writer that gets stuck on every single detail.
That is also the reason why I haven't written anything in a year.

I want to write, I need to write,
but what I end up doing instead is researching what kind of birds visit certain towns, and how often, for about two hours.

I was 15 minutes away from going completely mental.

So, I decided to take an undeserved break.

It's hard being a writer when you're 18 years old. Not just because you're constantly distracted by useless things, (like for example, when I was writing that sentence I noticed suddenly that the color of the bottow half of my lemonade was different from the rest, and proceeded to stir it with my finger... now I'm all sticky)
but because, as a writer, you're limited to writing things based off of what you already know.. and 18-year-olds don't know much about anything.. in general.

Like, this one time, I tried to write about two people, one 19, the other 28, who were hopelessly in love, but bothered by the obvious age difference. I wanted a scene where the 28-year-old made a reference that the 19-year-old didn't understand, because of her adorable youth.... But since I, the writer, the creator of them both, was a year younger than the youngest of the two, I couldn't possibly come up with a reference to something that I, myself, wouldn't get.

This is why I'm still stuck at 1/4 of a page.

And this is why I see myself in a mental asylum by the age of 30.


I think I'll go read someone else's writing for a while, and hope that their genius and persistence won't further increase my desperation~ -_-



Bitch throws cat in trash can >.<

What are you guys up to today?

I'm trying to write, while simultaneously trying to not think about the fact that I start work in an hour.

Geh.

 

But really, I'm just making this post because I want to talk about this bitch:

 

 

Times like these, you really wish someone like Dexter existed. Because really, there's no doubt that this goes by the code.

The cat was left in the trash for 15 hours, until her owners found her meowing for her life.

If that doesn't break your heart, you're made out of stone.

 

See how she's looking around to make sure no one sees her doing her dirty deed?


"Everyday sociopaths" are real, people.

Watch your backs.


Today.

Today, is Wednesday.. The day I didn't know how to spell until I was 12.

Today
, I say, is the first official day of autumn.

Today, I broke my sales record.
I'm still a noob... I'm still not half as good as the others.... But I sold THREE subscriptions, and that is enough for me to want to celebrate!

So let's listen to some party music, and boogie down.

***********




Oh, no... wait.. That's a really sad song Q_Q

I made myself cry.

THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!!!!


*sigh*


Well, in other news, people have forced me to start writing again, I made myself start writing again.
So far I've written.... 1/4 of a page.
Yeah, it's not a novel quite yet. But it's a start.

I realize that I've said the same thing many times before. "I'M GONNA WRITE SOMETHING!!"
And then I give it up before I reach the second chapter.
But if I don't start writing soon, I'll lose that spark forever.

And what is Maxie without her writing? o.o

I was always the writer in school. I sucked at sports, I sucked at oral presentations, I sucked at team work.... But I could write. Therefore I became the writer.
People even went so far as to assume I wanted to be an author.
I guess that's what you do, though? You go full force with the one talent you have.
But somehow, even that sounds impossible to me.

Instead I want to try doing something I'm not good at.
Something I can learn, and master, in time.


I'm an empty vessel.
Kind of like a foot soldier.

... Except I've never fired a gun. And the army totally blew me off. (true story)


Tomorrow
I will try my best to break the record again.
I will learn this one thing that I originally thought I'd never be able to do.


I will sell news paper subscriptions.


Update on the WAR!


When the first Twilight movie had it's premiere, the theater in my city didn't even know what it was. I checked the website and didn't see it anywhere.....
So I started the first war.

And I won, god damn it.

Looking back now, I realize I was fighting for an odd cause.

(extra: A guy at work with yellow hair.... let's call him yellow man.... said that he'd been looking forward to seeing Eclipse, and that it was, and I quote: "Awesome".. I'm still laughing. He deserves it.)


This time it's all about Resident Evil: Afterlife.
If you want to join the cause,
write an email to svenne@biostadenosd.se, telling him he's a fool (a fool I say!!) for not showing R.E in his theater.


You want this? YOU WANT THIS?

Then, give us Resident Evil.

It's easy.

 


The suckage.

~~~~~~

I know I said "to be continued" in the last post, but I really don't understand why I did that o.o
I guess I wasn't thinking clearly, since I'd called 100 people in three hours.
But I guess I could tell you the secrets of the telemarketing world.

(oooooooh, this is exciting)

First of all, if you pick up the phone and some salesperson says something suddenly and then clears their throat and says: hello!
...
know that that HAS to happen, otherwise the person you're talking to is an anti social weirdo that doesn't talk to her/his co-workers.
Just sayin'.

But really, there's no reason to be rude. We're not trying to bullshit you or trick you,
our job is to sell you our product. We might use big words to make it sound a bit more awesome than it is, but we're not allowed to lie, we're not allowed to be rude and we're not allowed to go against your wishes.

This man told me once: Get a real job.

This is the answer that I was not able to give him: This is a real job. I work just as hard as anyone else, and to top it off I get a$$holes like you calling me names.
I'm not allowed show unhappiness.
But I did give you the finger.

Now, I work from 4 to 9.
It's not ideal.
I don't get to live life.
I wake up, I get ready, I work, I come home.. it's late... I sleep.
I eat nothing but sandwiches for dinner, unless I wait til I get home at around 9.30. (Not gonna happen)

If I don't sell anything, I don't get paid.
Which basically means... I can work everyday for a week and not get a single dime for it.

Yes.
My job sucks.

But when you're 18 and living in this modern world.. You're lucky if you can even say you have a job.


~~~~~~ I got off track again.


Today, 7 of the 100 people I called were dead. That's a lot actually.
I think I might be cursed.
Or maybe I'm killing them in some way?....

Either way, it's not fun to hear. And there's never a good response for it.
I try saying: oh my god, I'm so sorry. But somehow, I still feel like an ass.

Oh, and today sucked.

Anyone noticed that?
The suckage?
No?


~~~~~~



A day in the life of.... MAXIE!


I wake up around 11, mainly because I stayed up too late the night before, but also because I'm lazy and can never really find a reason why I should open my eyes.
(When I was younger I had Sailor Moon... Those were the days.)

But anyway, I get up eventually. That's when I brush my teeth and get dressed... all that fun stuff. I never brush my teeth in the bathroom though. OBVIOUSLY! I get bored too easily. So what I do is I take my brush to my computer, which I've systematically turned on before going into the bathroom, so that it's warm and ready for me when I get back. (Very important. I don't like to wait.)
But this also means I will brush my teeth for at least 15 minutes, because I get stuck watching youtube videos or.. talking to Maria on msn.
Sometimes I wonder if my mom was right when she said: brushing your teeth for too long will make your teeth rot O.O

I sure hope not.

What comes next is lunch (in front of the TV, or computer, because I'm.. nice to my eyes and family like that)
TV. TV. TV.... Kenshin... Computer...
And then.. Make up, socks.. shoes.. jacket..

RUN TO THE BUS!

Work =3

....

To be continued! >.<


Oh my god. I know you're super excited about this...
I can feel your body tremble.
In a non erotic way.......?

Oh, now my boss is staring at me.
Time to actually sell something.


THIS IS SPARTA!!!

Mail from the local movie theater:

"Resident Evil: Afterlife" won't be premiering in this town.
But if it will, it will be in 3D.

Excuse my anger, but wtf does that even mean?

Sorry, Maxie, you won't be alive tomorrow, for sure, but here are a bunch of fun stuff that's gonna happen tomorrow, which I'm telling you about even though I know that you won't be able to see any of it, just to piss you off and give you that little extra fake hope... You're welcome.


.... For the second time in my life, I declare war against the theater

Harlequin + Kenshin + 3D

 

Today I woke up and put on... (in?) my lenses. Why? No reason. I just felt like looking like that jester girl from Batman.

Harlequin! That's her name.

The question is though, what should I do now?
If anyone is wondering, I am sick, still. But not enough to actually keep me inside anymore. No, now everything else is keeping me inside.

But let me tell you what I've been up to.

On thursday I got up and decided it was time to get back to work. So I went in, made some calls, sold two subscriptions, and won a movie ticket.
Then I went home and watered the plants.
This made me think: People doubt I can take care of myself?

But then I ate noodles for dinner and went back to thinking: M'yes, I can't blame them.

On friday I worked some more, and went home to watch Kenshin, alone.
That is essentially what I've been up to anyway. Watching Kenshin.

--Hitokiri wa shosen shinu made hitokiri--

I've watched half of the show in half a week.
Once I got to episode 31, I was so into it I sat down on the floor so that I could be closer to the TV. I don't know how that changes the experience, but in my head it sounded like a good idea.
I cried my eyes out.
Really, the Legend of Kyoto part of the Kenshin story is the only thing in the world that makes me cry everytime I see it.

I had forgotten how much I love Kenshin.
I mean, I always tell people how awesome Kenshin is, but I think I forgot exactly HOW awesome it is, and that, if anything, is a sin. So please forgive me Kenshin sama.
When I'm done watching the show, I'll watch the OVA's again...... Oh, wait. I change my mind. The OVA's also make me cry every single time. And they're also my absolute favourite part of the Kenshin story...
I'll have to bring tissues.

--------
*breathes*
--------

I told you I won a movie ticket right?

Well, it just so happens that my little town is finally getting 3D. (don't laugh)
So, I've decided I will use this ticket of mine to see Resident Evil: Afterlife 3D.

If anyone wants to go with me, that'd be great =3


NOW!
Time to... watch some more Kenshin!

oro~

A little bit of .. this... and ... that...

Right, sorry for the momentary absence.
Being sick takes up a lot of time.
And energy.

You know when someone in your family, or at least someone you live with, is sick, you kind of feel sorry for them but want them to go away at the same time?
Yeah, because their constant coughing and sneezing and sniffling and moaning gets on your nerves eventually..?

Well, I know my parents feel that way whenever I'm sick, because of one simple reason:
I get the worst case of coughing, every single time.

I have a constant cramp in my stomach, because of my neverending coughing seizures, so I have to hold my stomach with both of my arms to even out the pain, which causes me to tip over and...
Well.. Let's just say I spend a lot of time crawling around.

And right now I'm trying to brush my teeth while coughing.
Not fun.. especially not for my desk.

Sorry desk.

------------

Anyway, to something less boring.

Have any of you SEEN Sherlock?
I'm not talking about the movie with Robert Downey Jr, or even any of the old movies.. or TV shows... I'm talking about the newest british modern adaptation of Sherlock Holmes, simply called: Sherlock.

It's absolutely brilliant.

Right now there are only 3 episodes out, and they aren't planning on making any more for at least a year...
(At least that's what I've heard)

But those three episodes are wonderful, and they're 1,5 hours long, so it's like watching three movies!
......
Go see em!!



... Have I been talking for long enough now?
Good. Cuz I need some sleep.

I love the socially awkward/genius/sociopathic types, don't I?


Don't have the energy to come up with a good title.

Oh god.
I can't even eat today, because my stomach hates me.

*cough*

They told me I'd have to start calling people today,
so that I'd learn as fast as possible.
I don't see how that's gonna work.
But I'll try my best.

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And WeReadBooks keeps making videos!
Seriously. We're on a roll here.

*cough*

 


Dylan on Paper Towns, by John Green.

Oh, and here's the new WeReadBooks video! =)


 

Too bad I can't watch it =P

I haven't read Paper Towns yet.


From now on, I am Tom Cruise. "show me the MONEY!"

I'm not good with people.
I might have lied today and said I was...
But really, I had to glue my eyes to that interviewer, and my brain kept screaming: DANGER!! DANGER!! AWKWARD!!

Not that it didn't go well. I.. think it did.
But it seems it didn't matter what I said. He still would've hired me.
Everyone gets a job there.

sigh...

You might say: isn't that a good thing?
And I guess you're right.
But I don't feel too good.

Maybe it's because I'm actually sick. I almost fainted on the way home.

Ma' head hurts


I don't like this whole.. being an adult thing.
I think I'll go back to being a child again, thank you.

*crawls into mama's lap*

meow.


No, but yeah.. Training starts tomorrow.

My thoughts on Inception (the second time around) *cough*

So I woke up this morning.... sick to my stomach... coughing like a crazy smoking homeless person...
And today is the day of the job interview.

Just how lucky am I?

I'm still in my pyjamas, because when I stand up I feel dizzy.

If the universe cuts me some slack, I might be able to get through the interview without passing out. (and this time, I'm not talking about being nervous)

*cough*

Yesterday turned out to be ... kinda weird. And it wasn't Inception's fault.
I spent two hours trying to put in my lenses, but since I'm not used to putting foreign things in my eyes, I just ended up poking myself over and over and over again.

What is the secret?
How do lens-people do that everyday?

Anyway, since I can't quite stand up yet, and I'm not making much sense with whatever it is I'm talking about.. I guess I can go ahead and tell you about my second viewing of Inception.

 

OK!

Look, I don't even know if what I'm about to say will make sense. My brain is already similar to scrambled eggs.. But this is what I think:

 

Everything is a dream after Cobb gets sedated in that weird underground place surrounded by lots and lots of sad old men.

Some things point to everything being a dream (like the fact that Cobb's borrowed totem is actually completely worthless), but the scene where he speaks to his children on the phone makes me think that he was in fact in reality during the first half. Remember, the actors who play his kids in that scene are different from the actors who play his children in his memories. He doesn't even recognize their voices.

 

But anyway, what makes me think that everything is a dream after the sedation scene?

Well, it's after that scene that everything stops making sense. You notice small faults in logic. ("It's only when we wake up that we realize something was actually strange")

Like the fact that Fischer didn't recognize Saito. They saw each other on the plane, in the car and on the second and third levels of the dream. Both Saito and Fischer are two MAJOR businessmen in the US. They're obviously rivals too. Saito is rich enough to buy an entire airline on a whim, and important enough to be able to rid Cobb of his criminal record. And Fischer is the son of a man so powerful that his company could possibly take over the world. Why doesn't Fischer recognize Saito?

I suppose Fischer could've been clueless about all that stuff. I seriously doubt it though, seeing as he always tried to be like his father.

The uncle met Saito as well, and didn't recognize him at all. But that was only Fischer's projection of his uncle.. So I guess that makes sense, but it also strengthens the fact that Fischer has no idea who Saito is.

 

The kicks stop making sense as well. The kicks are supposed to take place in the level below the one the person in quesion is currently on. But when Cobb reaches limbo, Ariadne jumps off a building, which doesn't make sense. That would only kill her in limbo.. (although, according to Cobb, taking your life in limbo gets you back to reality.. which kind of defeats the purpose of fearing limbo. All Saito has to do once he's there is take his own life... apparently!)

 

No new information is revealed about the case or about any of the characters (except Cobb) after the sedation scene. The only new characters are Fischer, his uncle and father. These are new characters that no one has seen before. Cobb's mind could've made them up, or taken them from a memory. They aren't especially deep characters. Actually, the only thing that defines Fischer's character is his weird relationship to his father, which is an idea that Cobb got from Eames before the sedation scene.

 

And if you think about it, no matter what happens in the movie; ultimately it's all about Cobb and his family. In every single level there is a reminder of his past. Either it's the train, the broken glass, the children or Mal.

This makes me think it's always Cobb's dream. No one elses.

 

... The ending scene is obviously a dream. Not because the top keeps spinning.. But because the children haven't grown a bit. Their grandfather is suddenly back from France without reason.. and the woman who took care of the children, (was it their grandma?) she's gone.. like magic.


The top spinning doesn't mean a thing. Even if it stops spinning, it doesn't mean a thing.

That totem wasn't Cobb's to begin with. It was Mal's.

Cobb was the one who gave her the idea that: if it keeps spinning you're in a dream.

If that top stopped spinning, that just meant that Cobb didn't care anymore. He gave up trying to figure out what was real and what wasn't. He chose that level of dreaming (whichever level it was, it certainly wasn't limbo) as reality.

 

.... Now.... I have to stop thinking about this.

And I have to get ready.

 

*cough*


Updates!

Tonight I'm going away to see Inception AGAIN!

You need to see it at least 2 times!!!!... or so I've heard.

I'll tell you if I come to any new conclusions later. *laughs*

---------------

I'll tell you something exciting that happened to me today. I got my circle lenses. *does a little dance*

I also got invited to a job interview.... *faints*
It's not for a super fancy job, but who are we kidding? I'm not a fancy person. (At least not yet *wink*)
If I get it, I'll buy you all fake cookies!

What kind of a job is it, Maxie?~

I'll tell you, kind reader. =D

It's a telemarketing job.

Yes. Yes. Please don't throw rocks at me. I have children...
Maybe not. But I DO have a family *puppy dog eyes*

Anyway, let's hope I don't faint tomorrow. For this will be my first job interview ever.


My circle lenses are taking a bath right now =3
I'll show 'em to you later.


*hugs*


Yesterday's news.

I'm obviously not good with being speedy~
(Keanu Reeves wouldn't love me.... get it? get it?)

But here's the latest WeReadBooks video:

 

Just a quicky.


White Cat Review. (finally)

Hire me.

I work hard.
I'm sweet.
I'm never late...
Actually, I'm super anal (hey there~) when it comes to pretty much everything.. which is a good thing for a .. working person.. (I was about to say working girl... would've been SO inappropriate in that context.. phew)

I don't clean my room that often though.
Is that bad?

---------------

TO THE POINT! (my new favourite phrase it seems)

---------------

 

I read the first page...

And I loved it.

 

I read the rest of the book as well, of course. Don't misunderstand me.

I'm just saying: This book is awesome from the get-go.

 

When a main character says to me: "I killed someone, and no one knows why. Not you... Certainly not me." I get chills!

That's the kind of book that I've been looking for for a long time.

 

So it's basically about this guy, Cassel. He's a member of a curse worker family, but he's not one himself. This leads to him feeling left outside of a lot of things family related, but it turns out his brothers are keeping something from him that he really should know...


These "curse workers" mentioned in the book, exist all over the world. And because of what they can do (some are death workers for example, but most of them are luck workers) and because the public are scared of them, their powers are illegal. The only way they can use their powers is if they touch someone with their hands (some can use their feet apparently), which is why they walk around in gloves.

 

I just love the entire concept of curse workers!

What makes it even better is that a lot of workers wind up in criminal organizations, working cons and other worse things.. Cassel is an "excellent" con man.

If you knew me, you'd know that I love stories about con artists. Not that I agree with what they do for a living, but reading about them is simply riveting.

 

I have to mention something negative.. of course. (I am me)

The finale is kind of childish. The con job that Cassel planned was a complete mess, and it made me think: was he really raised in a con family? He's so.. awkward.

Actually, there were a lot of scenes in the book where I came to that same conclusion.

But on the other hand, this could be a conscious choice by the author. Maybe she wants him to be a little bit naive and awkward, so that he can evolve throughout the series.

I can't wait to find out.

 

This is the first Holly Black book I've read.

First impression:

EPIC SKILLZ!

(excellent use of language, Maxie, as always)

Robert Jordan. We all miss you.

The Eye of the World.

#Source#

 

I finished Holly Black's wonderful novel White Cat a few days ago. (which means I will be reviewing it soon)

As soon as I turned that last page I felt this longing to read a real novel.

Not any of that crap that I usually read, to help time pass.

Something real, something that won't disappoint me after reading something so awesome. (Yes, I'm pretty sure my review of White Cat will be über positive)

 

So I went back to my roots.
Good ol' adult fantasy.

 

As the name of the picture above indicates, I have started reading the Wheel of Time series again. I never really got into it the last time around, so I thought: why not try again?

 

So far, I'm enjoying the first book. (the Eye of the World) And not just in a: "it's pretty good" kind of way, but in a: "this is more like it!!" kind of way.

I missed adult books.

More than I could've imagined.

 

Until September arrives (YA september, I call it now), I won't read anything aimed at teens.

Not even if it's John Green.

 

(That's when you know I mean serious business)


Hair.

GAH!

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STRAIGHT TO THE POINT!

I cut my bangs two days ago.
Actually, that's not that big of a deal. Because I usually cut my own bangs, since I'm so.. poor creative and stuff.
But since my brain functions in a really weird way, things like cutting my own hair can be just like gambling.

Why, you ask?

Well, let's take something that happened to me years back as an example.

Now, when I say years back, I really mean.. a long time ago. I was a tap dancer back then.
I'm thinking it was in fifth grade. Maybe.
It was late at night, and I wanted to test cutting my own hair. So I did. (first mistake)
But of course, I screwed it up. My bangs looked weird and had awkward edges where no edges should be. Now, if I was talking about any other person, this story would've ended with her using a hair clip to hide the bangs until a professional could fix it.
But I'm talking about me.
So what my brain told me was: oh.. it looks weird.. you should... uhm.. CUT IT ALL OFF!

I'm not kidding. I'm not making the story worse than it was, to make it more retarded, and therefore more interesting. I really took the scissors and cut of my bangs.. c.o.m.p.l.e.t.e.l.y.

And then I started crying.


So back to what I was talking about to begin with.
I had already cut some side swept bangs, like I usually do.. And then my brain took over and said: don't you wanna cut it some  more?... and then some more..? and why not.. some more? *evil smirk*
(yes. my brain smirks)

So, after a while, I was standing there in the bathroom, with blunt bangs like frickin Selena Gomez, suddenly remembering the fact that I hate blunt bangs. Especially on me.

And then I started crying.


My mom says I look "kind".

*sob*


Yet another story of a girl and her hair.



The End.
~



"Bad" ~( I love you Paul Kellerman)~

I started re-watching season one of Dexter recently.
Am I the only one who giggles everytime he looks into the camera?

Oh jeez.

I love the "good guys", but when the "bad guys" are awesome, I love them even more.

For example, let me talk about one of the best "bad guys" of all time.
Paul Kellerman, from Prison Break.


 

Paul knew how to hold a gun, and there was never any hesitation.

If you were in his way, he'd shoot you. Hand steady. Eyes uncaring. (remember, he shot two people in order to get to a 17- or 16-year-old kid.)

But there was more to him. Instead of just giving him a name and a gun, they gave him depth.
Everything he did, he did for blind love. (which btw, is always sad)


And when that love turned on him; he didn't ask for forgivness, and he didn't run.

He did what he had to do. With style.

And with those awesome sun glasses on the whole time.

The suit helped too.

 

When they killed him off, I started crying like a grieving wife.

That's how good of a character he was.

 

A cowardly and boring douche like Bellick gets to stay on the show for all 4 seasons.

But Kellerman is thrown off stage, so to speak, after only 2?

That pisses me off

 

I don't remember how this turned into a rant about Prison Break...

 

Let's all remember though: the most interesting characters have dark sides.

Dexter, Paul... Himura Kenshin~ (all the nerds go: YEY!)

That doesn't necessarily mean they're "bad guys". Which is why I'll always write it like that. "Bad guys".

....

 

"Bad guys"

 

Ok, you get it.


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